Deep in the thicket, the strangers met, each escaping abusive relationships, seeking the alleged encampment to rest. They talked, they comforted, they began to open up. Feelings were born or stirred to remembrance. Something magical organically flourished. But the curse of each found them and convened and grew a thorny wall between, but pure love and innocence in the end will summon The Supreme, and upon wings, the Blessing came, and the last of the Obstacles fell forever away.
If I offered you my hand, would you walk with me, leisurely toward dreams sunsetting upon the sea?
If I shared what’s in my shell, let you hear the whispers, would you heart-preserve them among your dearest treasures?
If I stopped and turned and looked into your eyes, would I find there what I’ve been searching for all of my life?
If I were brave enough to let that gaze linger, would you be brave enough to close the distance even further?
If you kissed me, would you be able to surrender, to allow me to turn the key and make you mine forever,
not by locking, but by releasing, freeing the love you’ve been deep-freezing,
to feel directly the flutter of mine, the wings I have grounded indefinitely from flying?
And if they combined, these lights in our souls, would you regret not having the time for closure with your shadows?
If our union ends up to be the origin of love, would this moment be perfect enough for the first page of our album?
Would you fall each day deeper in love with me; would our love grow until it lifts us into eternity?
I suppose if you don’t know all of this now, I’d still like to walk with you awhile, and if you already know all of this now, you should know these feelings in me I could never disavow.
As you reach for my hand even though none of this I have said aloud, I feel the universe shift and know I have been finally found.
Each moment I gently hold so tenderly, each for a separate still-life eternity, seal in a crystal tear of joy, baubles of my heart hung in the field, suncatchers upon the Tree of Life, and I kneel and feel the kiss on my bowed head from the Light, and my Father whispers, “It is what I have always wanted for you, my sweet child.” I rise and return to the heaven of your love, and just for today, for us, time slows down…
I am the maiden from your dreams whose song you still heard in your non-sleep, deep in the wood where the single beam breached the dark and lit the lilting stream that you followed, barefoot-steady on mossy rock, determined to find the source entrancing your heart.
Maiden, faery, mythological immortal, you knew not the form of the feminine aura, only that you would never be at peace until you tasted the voice that gave purpose to the breeze
that reached you over and over again both far away and as breath upon your skin, closer now than you’ve ever been, always determined I’d be just around the next bend,
and this time, the end of the search, back turned, I felt your presence, white dress, hem drenched by the river, wildflowers woven through waterfalling tresses;
unsure if the heavens kept a soft beam on me or that was my own light self-illuminating, you froze in awe, then began to weep in relief as I slowly turned and used your name in my greeting.
Never so sweet were three syllables ever spoken until the ones that soon followed when in your arms, I was finally enfolded–– the fit, so long ago star-blessed and divinely molded.
Laura Denise 